“Fuck,” Ellis said in a rush of air. “Fu-nngh!” The next spank landed right over the first two, and Ellis involuntarily slammed himself into the cross. He wasn’t sure if he was trying to crawl up it or somehow go throughit.
“Nowhere to run, honey,” Clark said in a pleasant, husky voice. Ellis’s brain had enough time to wonder if Bryn ever used words like “honey,” and that thought was chased out of his mind by Clark’s insistent tongue tormenting his asshole. Clark interspersed swats with a rim job that undid Ellis faster than should have been possible.
“Sarge…Fuck. Sarge…give it to me. More. Give me…”
Ellis was cut short by the sound of flogger tails in the air. Time slowed with the pulse of adrenaline firing through Ellis’s veins. The first gentle hit to his right shoulder was more of a caress. Another slap struck his left shoulder, then right ass cheek, then left, and the pattern continued, sweet and predictable.
“Count ‘em off, soldier,” Clark ordered.